Friday, 30 July 2010
It's not just any chicken...it's M&S chicken
I was having a lovely sleep yesterday when I was woken up by the aroma of hot roast chicken. My nose was twitching and then the drooling started. Then low and behold the chicken was just there on the counter top and it must have been for me (musn't it?), so I jumped up and grabbed it.
The next thing I know there is shouting and I am being chased for MY chicken! Apparently it was C's mum's chicken, whoops! C got it off me and I didn't want to give it up, but it wasn't all bad as I got it for my dinner later on.
I was sure it was for me...